Today, as I sit watching the sun peak through the clouds after a night of ice and snow, I wanted to share a meditation/reflection that I wrote for our youth group. This type of meditation is a great way to open your kids’ hearts to our Lord through biblical passages. Have them close their eyes and imagine they are there. What do they hear? What do they see? What does the air smell like? Who is there with them? After you finish reading the passage, have your child sit in silence with Jesus to see what He has to reveal to him.
Based on Mark 6:21-43
It’s a beautiful day, sunny, warm, just a few wispy clouds in the sky. There is just a small breeze that keeps you from getting too hot as you walk with your parents following a crowd down toward the sea shore. As you walk, the crowd gets larger and larger. There is so much excitement as the people in the crowd keep talking about a teacher who can heal people, a teacher who is coming to see those gathered here today!
Just as you reach the shore and see the teacher getting out of the boat, a man pushes past you. He is dressed in simple clothes, but you can tell he is important. Your mom recognizes him as someone from the synagogue. His face is sad, so distraught. He seems anxious and scared. He is seeking help from the teacher. He reaches the teacher and falls to the teachers’ feet. Begging, pleading with him. His voice is full of anxiety. You look around. Others in the crowd are starting to look concerned. What is happening? Why is this man under such stress? His face, his voice, he needs help. Finally, he speaks to the teacher. “My daughter is at the point of death. Please, come lay your hands on her that she may get well and live.”
Now you understand. He is fearful of his daughter’s life. He truly believes the teacher can save her. The crowd becomes more agitated. The teacher takes the man by the hand and leads him through the crowd. They are talking. The man is pointing in the direction of his house. Your parents and the crowd decide to follow them. As you walk through the streets of the town, many people come out of their houses and shopkeepers look out their windows to see what is causing the commotion. The large crowd begins to grow in size once more. You want to see, you want to see the teacher and the man, but the crowd is pushing you back. You let go of your mother’s hand and make your way zigging and zagging through the people until you are right behind them. You can see them continuing to speak, the anxiety on the man’s face is almost too much to bear. The teacher touches his shoulder and he immediately calms down.
Just then, a woman pushes you from behind. She has long dark hair. She looks frazzled. Her clothes are torn and tattered and there are tears streaming from her eyes. She stretches out her hand as far as possible. She needs to touch the teacher. She needs to reach him. She has one finger outstretched as people are pushing in on her from every side. She speaks. “If I but touch his clothes, I shall be cured.” Finally, that one finger reaches the cloak. Immediately, the look on her face changes. She is calm, peaceful, happy.
Something happened when she touched him. What happened? Who is this teacher? Just then, the teacher turns around in surprise. How did he feel that? How did he know she touched him? Her finger had barely reached the edge of his cloak. He asks “Who has touched my clothes?” I stop dead in my tracks. It wasn’t me. I’m nervous. Is he angry? I can barely breathe. The woman steps forward, she is trembling. There is a look of fear on her face. She falls to her knees and tells him the story of how she has been afflicted with a horrible disease for twelve years. She believed the teacher could heal her. She just needed to touch him. The teacher looks at her with such compassion in his eyes. I sense a deep love for this woman. He spoke to her at that moment saying “Daughter, your faith has saved you. Go in peace and be cured of your affliction.”
While the teacher was speaking to the woman, there was a commotion coming from a group of people walking toward the man. They say to him “Your daughter has died; why trouble the teacher any longer?” Immediately the man begins sobbing. Cries of pain and anguish come from his mouth. Everyone is stunned. Gasps and cries go up from everyone in the crowd. Immediately, the teacher holds up his hand to quiet the people and says; “Do not be afraid; just have faith.” I look around. People are confused. They want to have faith in the teacher and what he is saying, but the girl is already dead. What can he do for her now?
We continue to walk up a hill to the man’s house. People are standing in front of the house weeping, hugging each other, trying to comfort one another after having just lost their little girl. I hear someone say the girl was only twelve years old. That’s how old I am. Oh no! Do I know her? My heart begins beating rapidly. Fear creeps in again.
The teacher continues inside the house. I sneak inside behind him. Anxiously waiting to see what will happen. The teacher says “Why this commotion and weeping? The child is not dead but asleep.” What?!?! Family members approach him and ridicule him. How can he say such a thing? The girl is dead! The family members are in such pain from her loss and this teacher comes in and chastises them saying she is only sleeping??
The teacher takes her mother and father by the hand and leads them into the room where the girl is. The girl’s skin is as pale as can be. She is lying still, not breathing. Her eyes are closed. She doesn’t move. I start to cry because I realize this is my friend. She goes to school with me. We sit together at lunch most days. I will miss her dearly. As I wipe the tears from my eyes, the teacher stretches out his hand to hold hers. He then spoke to her saying “Little girl, I say to you, arise!”
As if I was in a dream, her cheeks returned to a beautiful shade of pink, she took a deep breath and stood up. Her parents eyes lit up with happiness! They gave her the biggest hug you could ever imagine. As they hugged her, they cried tears of joy. She was alive!! The teacher healed her! He healed my friend! Who is this man who heals the sick and brings the dead back to life? I never want to leave him. I will follow him always.